A few weekends ago was the first time I was out in the quarry park picking up trash since 4th of July, and there was a ton.
As I was finishing picking up some of the last bag I ended up picked up, this (middle-aged) (Chinese) (female) speedwalker with long hair and almost an Ellie Goulding haircut tucked away into a white baseball cap was like, "You are gooooooood...", and the way she said "good", it almost sounded low and drawn out and tonal.
Saturday, August 8, 2015
Friday, August 7, 2015
Wonderful observation of a (black) woman.
The other day at an adjunct faculty unionization meeting, the social committee reported, and then in the subsequent open floor period everyone decided to chuck the proposed plans and do drinks instead on some weekend.
At that, as soon as I suggested a few good bars, a(n older) (white) woman was like, "You know, we could always use my apartment if it was a group like this," to which one of the union organizers immediately said it would probably be too many, since they'd guess there'd be at least double the turnout.
"But I love your heart," said this (mid-30s) (turbaned) (black) prof who was a self-proclaimed "Motor City girl" and who brought along an educator friend from her church in the suburbs...
Later, her educator friend suggested a prayer circle, and she led a prayer for the small group we were in, and spoke a lot about relying on G-d's wisdom, not the wisdom of man.
Later later, she also personally told me 2 bits of wisdom I like:
1) "For every preordained problem, there's a preordained solution."
2) "You've got to get through to get to" (i.e., you've got to make it through stuff in order to arrive at where G-d wants you).
I told her I liked both (aren't they great?!?), and even wrote them down in my notebook.
At that, as soon as I suggested a few good bars, a(n older) (white) woman was like, "You know, we could always use my apartment if it was a group like this," to which one of the union organizers immediately said it would probably be too many, since they'd guess there'd be at least double the turnout.
"But I love your heart," said this (mid-30s) (turbaned) (black) prof who was a self-proclaimed "Motor City girl" and who brought along an educator friend from her church in the suburbs...
Later, her educator friend suggested a prayer circle, and she led a prayer for the small group we were in, and spoke a lot about relying on G-d's wisdom, not the wisdom of man.
Later later, she also personally told me 2 bits of wisdom I like:
1) "For every preordained problem, there's a preordained solution."
2) "You've got to get through to get to" (i.e., you've got to make it through stuff in order to arrive at where G-d wants you).
I told her I liked both (aren't they great?!?), and even wrote them down in my notebook.
Thursday, August 6, 2015
Odd dream of defecation...
The other morning I was dreaming that I was sitting on the toilet and could feel a thin bit of shit squeeze out between my ass-cheeks, and then as I slowly woke up I found myself half-curled into a ball, roughly like the position a person would sit on the toilet in, only I was lying on my side in bed.
Suddely, I jolted out of bed, b/c I thought I was really shitting.
Except, I wasn't, the shit was a dream.
I even stuck my finger between my ass-cheeks in order to check if a very little bit of shit had squirted out somehow in my sleep right before I woke up, but the finger came up clean, even though I touched it right up to the outside of my asshole.
The shit sure felt realistic in my dream, though.
Suddely, I jolted out of bed, b/c I thought I was really shitting.
Except, I wasn't, the shit was a dream.
I even stuck my finger between my ass-cheeks in order to check if a very little bit of shit had squirted out somehow in my sleep right before I woke up, but the finger came up clean, even though I touched it right up to the outside of my asshole.
The shit sure felt realistic in my dream, though.
Wednesday, August 5, 2015
My smartphone addiction:
Radical feminist blogs.
I can't get enough of their comments!
It's such a time suck, but I really do love hearing the different people's perspectives.
I can't get enough of their comments!
It's such a time suck, but I really do love hearing the different people's perspectives.
Tuesday, August 4, 2015
A summer project of mine:
I'm writing a crossword to submit to the puzzle magazine that I subscribe to.
The theme is social upheaval and malaise, and the clues are really quite sharp.
On the one hand, it'd be sweet if they accept it.
On the other hand, it'd be an awesome story to tell, if I wrote a crossword and it got turned down because it was too edgy!
The theme is social upheaval and malaise, and the clues are really quite sharp.
On the one hand, it'd be sweet if they accept it.
On the other hand, it'd be an awesome story to tell, if I wrote a crossword and it got turned down because it was too edgy!
Monday, August 3, 2015
A little piece of Manhattan.
A few weeks ago I stopped into this private club downtown that had recently been converted into a boutique hotel and contains no less than 4 bars (with a 5th to come).
Honestly, I felt like I stepped into a little piece of Manhattan, it was so over the top cushy and everyone there was so complacent in their wealth.
So, I spoke shit about class warfare to a few staffers, w/varying degrees of success:
1) When I asked the (middle-aged) (black) doorman if there was bars in there open to the public "since I had heard that", he not only began telling me yes, but started giving a spiel on the millions of dollars in renovations, the different types of bars, the craft cocktails and luxury restaurant, etc.
"You know, that's cool," I was like, "But honestly, we have starving children in this city."
He stopped, and then was like, "Yeah, and they tell us we don't have enough money for schools."
2) After the rooftop bar - where I saw a (middle-aged) (white) woman from the suburbs win a bet from a 24-year old businessman, who gave her $50 and a few loose bills! - I headed down to the bar in the luxury restaurant.
The (younger) (white) (male) bartender gave me a drink menu and then a food menu, and when I glanced at the food menu, he began telling me about all the imported this and all the imported that and how good everything was.
"That's nice," I was like, "But do you remember to save the scraps for the poor?".
He seemed put off, and later he stopped back by me and told me that there was actually a charity program that went around and collected left over food for the needy.
3) Later at the same bar, I started telling some similar line about scraps to the (younger) (white) (blonde) bartender, and she was like, "I know, really."
Then, she let me in to how she used to tend bar at some places in the ritzy neighborhood in the city.
"Oh, I've been there," I was like, when she mentioned a few bar names.
"Yeah," she was like, "But you're not competition to all the women fighting over the old guys. It's like they're in middle school."
I also mentioned how once at this one bar this drunk (older) (white) woman at one bar was telling me she was going to call her married lover at home to challenge him and see if he loved her, and I kept gently suggesting to her not to do it.
"They always involve you in their drama somehow," she was like. "And still some little part of you always has to step forward and be like, 'Hey, you know what, maybe that's not such a good idea after all...'"
Honestly, I felt like I stepped into a little piece of Manhattan, it was so over the top cushy and everyone there was so complacent in their wealth.
So, I spoke shit about class warfare to a few staffers, w/varying degrees of success:
1) When I asked the (middle-aged) (black) doorman if there was bars in there open to the public "since I had heard that", he not only began telling me yes, but started giving a spiel on the millions of dollars in renovations, the different types of bars, the craft cocktails and luxury restaurant, etc.
"You know, that's cool," I was like, "But honestly, we have starving children in this city."
He stopped, and then was like, "Yeah, and they tell us we don't have enough money for schools."
2) After the rooftop bar - where I saw a (middle-aged) (white) woman from the suburbs win a bet from a 24-year old businessman, who gave her $50 and a few loose bills! - I headed down to the bar in the luxury restaurant.
The (younger) (white) (male) bartender gave me a drink menu and then a food menu, and when I glanced at the food menu, he began telling me about all the imported this and all the imported that and how good everything was.
"That's nice," I was like, "But do you remember to save the scraps for the poor?".
He seemed put off, and later he stopped back by me and told me that there was actually a charity program that went around and collected left over food for the needy.
3) Later at the same bar, I started telling some similar line about scraps to the (younger) (white) (blonde) bartender, and she was like, "I know, really."
Then, she let me in to how she used to tend bar at some places in the ritzy neighborhood in the city.
"Oh, I've been there," I was like, when she mentioned a few bar names.
"Yeah," she was like, "But you're not competition to all the women fighting over the old guys. It's like they're in middle school."
I also mentioned how once at this one bar this drunk (older) (white) woman at one bar was telling me she was going to call her married lover at home to challenge him and see if he loved her, and I kept gently suggesting to her not to do it.
"They always involve you in their drama somehow," she was like. "And still some little part of you always has to step forward and be like, 'Hey, you know what, maybe that's not such a good idea after all...'"
Sunday, August 2, 2015
Classical concert-goers.
Last month after a very great mid-week concert, I started talking with this (elderly) (white) (male) patron after talking w/the one usher I know, and then after we had talked a while, 2 (elderly) (white) women ran up to him screaming like a fan club, saying, "George!", because they hadn't seen him in a while.
We all stood around and chit-chatted, and then the guest conductor exited the outdoor auditorium area by us just as we were saying how great she was, so all of us thanked her and a few of them struck up a conversation with her for a while, saying things like, "It was wonderful!".
Then, after the conductor and her mini-entourage left, we talked some more, and I got to talking w/one of the (elderly) (white) women.
She was telling me that she's been part of a Lithuanian opera company in the city for just years since she grew up here with Lithuanian parents, and that she and her friends picnic for most every concert.
"A few summers ago we started sometimes singing Lithuanian opera songs after the concert," she was like. "And believe it or not, people started asking us to come serenade them!".
She then told me how a lot of times after the concert they go around the lawn, singing to particular people for birthdays and anniversaries and whatnot.
Given her state, I suspect that they're buzzed on white wine when they go do that.
We all stood around and chit-chatted, and then the guest conductor exited the outdoor auditorium area by us just as we were saying how great she was, so all of us thanked her and a few of them struck up a conversation with her for a while, saying things like, "It was wonderful!".
Then, after the conductor and her mini-entourage left, we talked some more, and I got to talking w/one of the (elderly) (white) women.
She was telling me that she's been part of a Lithuanian opera company in the city for just years since she grew up here with Lithuanian parents, and that she and her friends picnic for most every concert.
"A few summers ago we started sometimes singing Lithuanian opera songs after the concert," she was like. "And believe it or not, people started asking us to come serenade them!".
She then told me how a lot of times after the concert they go around the lawn, singing to particular people for birthdays and anniversaries and whatnot.
Given her state, I suspect that they're buzzed on white wine when they go do that.
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